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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The fire had burned down to embers, but neither of them moved to stoke it.
The end.